The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1887-01-14

| HetofA never TOLD me ABOUT hersel6 or
family. or why IL was. two years before,
she had come te me in such evident DIS
tress, and ingsored me 20 give her
some &C upatiss in which. through do
Ing good and h1,ping others. sne might
',faged and be n peace" THESE were
her own words
One day. ~ sat writing In nay
| r00sn. Helen came 10 me. Seating her-
self upon low stool ut my feet. she
laid NEG head IN my lap. l saw abe was
weeping
What is Il, Helen2" I asked.
| Then | learned that that asorning our
pastor--he whose noble face was the
! light aad inspiration Of all VINO knew
him-hxd placed his heart in my young
friends keeping
LET me congratulate you, my Helenf'
/ exclaimed. raising her face.
With - passionate gesture she pushed
away my hands.
May; rather wish that I had never
been bornr
Surprised. listened. and soon knew
why the poor child had always such q
sorrowful look in her beautiful eyes.
She told me of a youth spent with no
brother or sister. but happily. in the
care of dear friend. with whom her
father had placed her upon her mothers
death.
when / was sixteen l returned to
my fathers home" she said. i'm her low
mOurnful voice. IL was well educated.
accomplished. aud apparently with
life full of hope and enjoyment before
me. After little time there came one
who pretended to care for me. did
not love him, and told him so; but
still he persisted in coming. At last
appealed to my father to cause him to
cease his annoying opportunities.
my father rebuked him, and left the
house in his company. Mr.. March was
never seen again alive. My father, an
innocent man. was accused of hav-
ing" She broke down, and in
stinctively feeling what was coming.
drew her into my arms. She shudder-
cd. ''Oh, it was SO horrible! They
judged him guilty of murder. and he
was suffered to die!'
did not speak. What could sayp
HE was not guilty, for his own lips
told me of his innocence. She waited
moment SHOW. Miss Hope. can you
not sec why have refused DIR. Rubens.
even though it breaks my heart to do
SOP"
"Haye you told him your story.
HelenP" asked.
him of the disgrace fhat clouds my
life!" she cried wildly. IL must leave
here. and 60 far away where he can
never look upon my face again"
wait n while, Helen" I pleaded.
do not do anything hastily"
Throwing her arms around my neck.
she kissed me.
my dear friend. God bless you for
all your kindness to metz
With these words she left mo.
She did not wait rs had ccunselled;
but leaving no word, departed as sud-
denly and mysteriOusly as she had come
How we all missed her!
My co-workers. of course. know moth
ing of what had happened, and they
were loud in thor regrets; while little
Willie. the cripple, who loved her so,
with n piteous culver of his small lips
asked:
miss Hope, will we never see her any
more?"
DIR. Rubens came in few days after
she had gone. and when / saw how
changed and grave his face was. felt
that it was my duty to tell him all /
knew.
He heard me silently. though the
strong hand which leaned upon the
table beside him trembled. When had
finished, he said:
'Miss Hope, you know TINT Hove her,
aud that no pain or disgrace in her life
could make her aught but dearer to me.
Can you not help me to find herP"
Ali, foolish Helen! to think that TO
such love as his anything could make
any differenccl
But could tell him nothing as to her
whereabouts. The great house seemed
very different to me. Before Helen
came my duties had taken up my time |
and mind to the exclusion of every
thing besides; now the hours seemed |
long. And when passed through tho
hospital ward, and paused by little |
Willie. the tears would fill my eyes, as
would remember the graceful figure |
which had SO often bent there, breath
ing sweet truths about Jesus in words |
suited to her tiny listeners comprchon-
sion.
At length q change for the worse
camo to Willie. The hospital doctor
shook his head gravely.
He is not long for this world, Miss
Hope" he whispered.
Willie, too, seemed TO understand
why it was his breath came so fcebly,
and his little body so full of pain.
Looking up into DIR. Rubcn's face
one day. he said, in his childish voice:
"Dr. Rubens. l am going to Jesus,
before long; won't youpleasc find Miss
Helen, so that can bid her good-byep"
Find herl / knew how hard he had
tried, and how unsuccessful his attempts
had all been so far. Leaning over the
boy. he said huskily:
Little Willie, pray to your dear
Jesus to help us TO bring Miss Helen to
YOU"
thought long that night, and at last
n project came to me. In the next days
papers caused this advertisement to be
inserted:
"Eittlc Willie is dying: He calls for